Feeding the Geese!

I will never ever forget the story my Mom, Grandma and Pap all tell about how my Mom once got chased feeding geese.  She was chased around a whole pond if I remember the story right.  The goose hissed at her and pecked at her and basically scared the living mess out of her.  That always has given me a healthy respect for geese and what they can do. Regardless of this experience though, Mom and Dad took us everywhere to feed geese as kids. You name it, if there were geese, I guarantee we fed them.  It's another one of those rosey childhood memories I wanted to share with Owen.  It's cheap. It's away from TV and electronics and most importantly it's family time together! 

I honestly haven't done much feeding of geese since I got a little older...but I thought since Owen loved to be outdoors, he would enjoy the tradition of saving stale bread and taking it to feed animals who live on water!  We took him and our stale hotdog buns for a trial run last weekend...and it sure was a lot of fun! I'm still not sure if Owen thougth so...because we did not get one single smile out of him, but I think he could sense my hesitation around the geese. They did a lot of hissing at each other and pecking of tail feathers.  Owen stayed very contently contained in his wagon and just watched us withthis of amazement and fear!  I hope next time we can convince him to throw something to the geese and ducks himself ;)

Dadda and Owen feeding the geese

The geese and ducks!

In deep thought...

Are you guys seriously sure they want us to feed them?  Really? 

More deep thinking...